CORIE
Despite being cheer captain my lungs ached from running to my best friends house as fast as my legs would carry me.
Since my father (and I use the term loosely) turned the phone off in our apartment I had no other way to share the good news with April, my best friend and confidante.
I feel like 'good news' is an understatement for what just occurred but I'd worry about finding a more fitting word later.
Approaching April's huge house I sighed in relief when I saw her front door open with the screen door locked. Unlike myself, April lived in a good neighborhood with her parents and 2 brothers. Me? I lived in the slums with father in a cruddy apartment. Well not for long if I get this full ride to USC. There's no way I could afford to go there if I didn't get it.
Taking the steps two at a time I banged on her screen door and screamed her name. It wasn't a particularly a hot night but after running for nearly a half an hour my curly jet black hair must have looked like a birds nest. I didn't care, I had the best news and it needed to be shared.
" April!" I screamed fanning myself.
" Corie? Honey is that you?" my best friends mother, Mrs. Taryn asked concerned poking her head from the kitchen. "Is everything okay?"
" Yes Mrs. T, everything is awesome!" I squealed kissing her on the cheek once she opened the door. I wasted no time in skipping the steps two at a time and heading straight for April's room. I wasn't shocked to find her sprawled across her bed with earphones in, no doubt listening to our favorite boyband.
For the news I had it topped listening to them on her iPod. When she looked up at me she quickly snatched them out her ear.
" What the hell happened to you? Did you run here?"
" Yea, my dad wouldn't give me bus fare..." I panted falling out on her floor dramatically and looking up at her ceiling that we painted with stars when we were kids. "I have something to tell you..."
" And it just couldn't wait until tomorrow?" she asked finding her way to the bottom of her canopy type bed. April was such a girly girl, totally opposite of me.
"Not a chance," I responded my light brown eyes glancing over at her blonde bob-cut hairstyle.
" Ok spill."
I felt like her room was spinning as I fixed my lips to say those two words I had been dying to say for nearly two months. "I won."
" You won...wait...Corie, you won...the tickets?" her eyes eyes widening. My silence was enough confirmation for her. Suddenly her room was filled with the loudest screams known to man. We seemed like kids again, not seniors in high school.
We didn't notice her father enter the room or the confused look he shot at us. "Girls, you two wanna keep it down?" he asked staring at us through his black rimmed glasses.
" Daddy we can't keep it down!" April beamed as we both stood up to face him.
" And why is that? Did Hannah Montana go on tour?"
"Huh? Omgosh dad get with the times! My best friend here, your second daughter has done the most amazing thing!" she bragged wrapping her arms tightly around my neck. I was already having trouble breathing so the lack of oxygen didn't bother me. Just yet.
"Really? Did your acceptance letter come yet?"
" Ugh dad no college talk right now," Mr. Jack's daughter sighed still holding to my neck.
" What's all the commotion about?" Mrs. T asked entering the room still wearing her apron.
" Tell them Corie!" April squeals.
